Nursery Rhyme. DXLI. Natural History.

    Pitty Patty Polt,
    Shoe the wild colt!
            Here a nail;
            And there a nail;
    Pitty Patty Polt.

    Snail, snail, put out your horns,
    I'll give you bread and barleycorns.

    Snail, snail, shut out your horns;
        Father and mother are dead:
    Brother and sister are in the back yard,
        Begging for barley bread.

    "Robert Barnes, fellow fine,
    Can you shoe this horse of mine?"
    "Yes, good sir, that I can,
    As well as any other man:
    There's a nail, and there's a prod,
    And now, good sir, your horse is shod."

        [Patting the foot on the five toes.]

    Shoe the colt, shoe!
        Shoe the wild mare;
    Put a sack on her back,
        See if she'll bear.
    If she'll bear,
        We'll give her some grains;
    If she won't bear,
        We'll dash out her brains!

    Leg over leg,
        As the dog went to Dover;
    When he came to a stile,
        Jump he went over.